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Eddie's Sleep Poem

What do you dream of when you dream? What movies flicker on your screens? What worlds grow green inside your mind? What are the notes that sing your sleep? I think you would dream of ancient forests and of tallest mountain reaches, quietly speaking secrets in the winds tongue. I think you would dream of monsters and I think they would look like people, but in your sleep you could recognize their true form. I think you would dream of houses and I think they would be collapsing, but the trees around them grow to become walls. I think you would dream of their branches bleeding, like a heart that's ever beating, to pump the life back in those walls to make a home. Do you dream in color? Or are they shades of grey and shadows? Do you feel them? Do they linger when you wake? I think your dreams would span the spectrum, from whitest lights to blackest rooms, and you wake up warm from being bathed in brilliant hues. And if you never knew my name, do you think you would dream the same? I just can't remember dreaming before you.
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jessy-luttrell
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May 10, 2012
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